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Ok I’m going to admit it. I suck at action scenes!!! I
swear, anything to do with battle I couldn’t write if someone held me at
gunpoint! So trust me, I know this whole battle scene with Naraku is gonna
suck, but I’m so much better at everything besides fight scenes, so I swear
that it’ll get better! I have an entire plot all worked out and its pretty
good, so just bare with me I only had to do this first chapter to give the fic
a good foundation to rise off of kay? So I promise, the next chap will finally start
the plot of my ficy, okie dokie?
Luv, peace, and tanning grease
Deni
p.s. Your lord and master……………………FOAMY! Lol………………….okay yeay
that was dorkie but I luv those foamy the squirrel cartoons! Go to
illwillpress.com and watch ‘em! I’ve seen like every single one a quadrillion
times! So funny! I highly recommend ‘Foamy’s rant II’ and ‘five more minutes!’
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S h o w M e H o w
I t E n d s
If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry
You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last time
So cold – Breaking Benjamin
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So this was
it. Naraku was dead, the tribe had been avenged, and the dead were put to
peace. So where was the wonderful feeling of exhausted accomplishment, where
was the ambiance of closure and new beginning? Ginta waited and waited. Waited
to be like the others around him with exception of his friend, who appeared to
be just as lost as he was. Ginta gazed around him suddenly feeling very small
and lost, like a young child separated from his mother at market. He looked to
Hakkaku who was staring down deep in thought at the very cause of such
feelings.
----flashback----
“INUYASHA!”
Kagome screeched as the thorned
tentacle ripped its way through the hanyou’s left shoulder. The demon’s
tentacles curled about her like swirls of oil in water as she recoiled her
thorn adorned weapon. Inuyasha dropped the but thankfully landed on his feet
returning to fighting position and supporting the brunt of Tetsusaiga’s
weight with his right arm.
Demons, demons everywhere! All
flowing around Naraku like the devil’s halo. Losses were already being counted
and tragedies marked for later mourning. Seeing the life giving shard plucked
from her brother’s back and watching him fall limp like a doll with the
batteries removed shattered the last bit of mental restraint in Sango. She
began to fight like a woman possessed, the Taijiya riding on Kirara’s back
flinging her Hiraikotsu like a crazed Valkryie.
Miroku faired no better, the
kazaana spreading at an alarming rate as he opened the void using it recklessly
as it was his last chance to rid himself of his curse. Demons were torn from
the earth and sucked into the vacuuming void with such force that hailed onto
the quickly exhausting Houshi.
Kouga along with what was left of
his tribe had arrived just in time to help the barrage of demons and slowly
force them back to allow Inuyasha greater access to Naraku. Unfortunately all
intent on Naraku was lost to the wolf prince when he caught sight of the wind
sorceress that had decimated his tribe. Eyes flashing red he was nothing but a
brown and black blur as he ripped the head of the demon he had been fighting
clear off its neck, and leaped from the ground towards Kagura.
“COME AND
FACE ME WIND WHORE!!”
The wind demon turned just in time
to see an enraged Kouga make a gravity defying lunge for her, his muscles taunt
and fangs bared with full intent on ripping her apart with one or the other.
She reared her fan back quick enough to block his first attack but could not
shield herself from all of his barrage of claws and fists. Kouga was no longer
the confident prince but rather a snarling, foaming, crazed, shell of himself.
He swung, kicked, snapped and flung himself into every attack he could muster.
Kagura growled and shoved him back just long enough to raise her fan and defend
herself. The wind slice did nothing to deter the wrath filled youkai. He lunged
at her again going for anything vital he could sink himself into.
There was no doubt about it, they
were getting closer to Naraku as demon after demon dropped in bloody heaps.
Inuyasha and the rest seemed to have a plan that Kouga and his tribe were not
aware of but at the time it didn’t seem to matter.
“Foolish hanyou, where do you think
these meaningless efforts will get you?” Naraku drawled as he looked on with an
amused grin, as an adult would a young child throwing a fit.
“Your blood on my claws you
worthless bastard!” Inuyasha shouted back as he closed in, finishing youkai
after youkai.
They were getting tired, the fight
was slowly being beaten out of them. Sango was loosing the strength to back her
fury and Miroku was weakening against the storm of demons flooding him. Ginta
and Hakkaku were willing participants to fight in the background and keep the
hoards of youkai back. Kouga still battled Kagura and was lost to anything else
around him. Even though Inuyasha gained more and more leverage towards Naraku,
the defenses would not be able to hold forever.
Though, through all of this, no one
appeared to notice Kagome. Not Naraku, Kanna, Kagura or any other saw her
zigging and zagging, dogging debris and tumbling out of the way of hurling
demons being tossed from the battle field. Eyes were set on her destination as
she used any sort of unintentional training her years of shard hunting had
given her. ‘Naraku, Naraku, Naraku,
Naraku’ She chanted in her head doing her best to take her mind off the
burning in her air depraved lungs and the stinging in over worked calve muscles
and even the occasional cramp or Charlie horse. She was doing her best to be
small and unnoticeable in the sea of fighting demons. ‘Good Kagome, Good Kagome, faster, oh Kami why didn’t I sign up for the
track team or something?’ Kagome gasped for breath trying to get morr running fuel for her struggling lungs. ‘C’mon legs, just a little furth-OOMF!!’
Kagome’s body was batted aside like
a rag doll as the tail of one of the more giant youkai sent her careening
towards the center the field.
“KAGOME!”
Kagome groaned as her body hit the
earthen ground with the muffled ‘thud!’ barely registering Inuyasha’s panicked
roar.
She had to get up, she knew she had
to get up, but she racked her brain to figure out exactly why she had to get off of the ground that acted as a cradle for
broken body. A cackling hiss brought her out of her pained reverie and forced
her to jar her head up in time to see a rather large and grotesque figure loom
over. Kagome vaguely registered the figure as a spider demon as she reared back
into a crab walk to get some distance from the youkai before jumping to her feet.
The demon sensing an impending escape attempt recoiled its body and lunged
forward using the momentum to pounce on her. There was no time to run and it
was too big to roll out from under, though this fact didn’t stop her from
trying. Kagome yelped as she jerked to her feet jarring her aching body. She
waited for the weight of the demon to crash into her back as she tried to dive
away.
Instead of the breath taking weight
forcing itself into her back she felt a lighter weight collide into her right
side abruptly yanking her away from immediate death. Kagome opened her mouth
and desperately gulped at the air to regain the breath that had been forced
from her with such an unexpected blow. Hard arms clenched around her knees and
back bringing Kagome to look up at her supposed savior.
“Kouga!”
A quick ‘arigato’ dripped on her
tongue but was swallowed back by the look on his face. His mouth was set into a
cemented line and his eyes were hard like slitted diamonds rather than the deep
oceans they used to be. Kagome swallowed and gathered her mission back into the
forefront of her mind.
“Kouga-kun, drop me as close to
Naraku as you can!” She shouted above the ringing in her ears and the sound of
screams and torn flesh.
The wolf youkai gave a curt nod of
acknowledgment. He had been drawn from his fight with Kagura. The filthy bitch
that had destroyed his people and his home. He had seen Kagome careening
through the air and managed to knock Kagura away with the a hasty kick to the
gut. He would deal with the wind beast later, he had to protect his intended
for now. He clutched her tighter, dodging attacks and falling demons. Kouga
darted through the crowds of battling demons and made his way closer to
Naraku’s turned back.
The said demon no longer wore the
amused grin he previously adorned. He frowned and overlooked the loss of his followers
and the prevalence of the hanyou mutt. It may appear that he would have to kill
the cur himself after all.
They were getting closer. Under any
other circumstance Kagome would have grinned at such an accomplishing plan but
knew better than to underestimate Naraku. She would celebrate when she could
dance on his grave herself. She brought her mouth close to the wolf youkai’s
elven ear in order to be heard without having to scream.
“Stop here, I need you to have my
back, this is important.” She informed determinedly.
Kouga nodded skidding to a stop
before gently setting her down. The instant his eyes caught her shoes touching
the blood stained earth he was overcome with a feeling of inevitability. ‘This is it, this is it, this is it.’
His mind seemed to bellow at him as though it had never crossed his mind that
this journey had an ending and that not all of its previous participants would
be there when it ended. He looked at Kagome, searching her profile. She wore
expressions of fear and dread but engulfing them was her resolve. Kouga had
never had the time or the spare concentration to realize that she was actually
out here, she was fighting Naraku and his youkai with the rest of them. ‘Inu kuro actually let her come out here…’ An
unexpected wave of realization and dread over took him. This was a war. And
wars’ never let their player’s go unscathed.
Kagome steadied herself on the
ground but the arms around her shoulders didn’t move, rather they only
tightened their grip. She turned her head to look questioningly at him but felt
her body suddenly swerve around to face him. She panicked, not liking the idea
of Naraku at her backside but it was quelled as she looked into his face. His
eyes expressed a desperation that somewhat unnerved her. He gripped her tighter
and she moved with his hands to keep her footing.
“Kouga-kun?”
This was quite possibly the worst
time to be having this conversation. But Kouga could not control the uncontrollable feeling
that churned his stomach like a whirlpool, a feeling that only fear can cause.
This was something he hadn’t felt since his youthful years as a pup ever
dependent on his parents.
He could see it. He could see
bodies hitting the now scarlet earth with small splashes as they involuntarily
dived into a minuscule pool of blood. He saw the tiny, insignificant, burgundy
drops fling themselves away from the crashing corpses. It hadn’t affected him
then. He had seen and caused death more times than numbers can count. But now……now
he could see her being among those numbers that death claims. He could see her
body being ripped apart and her blood draining from it like crimson rain. He
could see her ears embrace eternal deafness that would forever block his words
of affection and passion from her. So this could possibly be his last time
confessing them.
“Kagome-”
“Kouga hurry! Now isn’t the ti-”
“Now could be last damn time!!” He snarled at her abruptly cutting off her
statement but not ending her impatience.
“What are you talking about?-”
“Listen to me! There’s death
everywhere! With shinigami this close to us things need to be said. You’re
going to live. Naraku is going to be defeated and then we can be together! You’re
going to come me and we’re going to make a new life, start a new tribe! We’re
going to have our own litter and they’ll grow up in a good world, a safer
world. You’re my woman and I’m in love with you!”
Kagome choked on her breath and
stared at him. He was right of course. Death was everywhere. Just look at
Kohaku. How many things had dear Sango never got to tell him. Did she ever get
the chance to tell him that she loved him too? That she would die for him? That
he would always be her little brother? No. Instead the last thing she heard
from him was the shattering thud of his body on the cold ground. One would
think Kagome would think of Inuyasha when considering things left unsaid. But
no, after hearing Kouga’s words the first image that popped into her mind was her
mother. ‘Oh Okaa-san, I’m so sorry.’
She thought. ‘For all the worrying, and
excuse making, and the trouble I know you’re going through.’ Now she had
wished she had stayed home just a few minutes longer to at least hug the person
that loved her and understood her when it seemed as though no one else did.
Quickly she shook herself of the
distracting thoughts and feelings and squared her shoulders.
“Kouga, I need you to cover me ok?” She didn’t have the heart to correct
Kouga in his assumptions of her future. It was a desperate time, let him
believe whatever he wanted. Let him have faith in anything that gave him
strength.
Kouga nodded determinedly and
forcibly turned her towards Naraku seemingly unaffected by her lack of return
of his confessions.
Kagome drew her bow and reached for
an arrow, she strung the purifying arrow and took aim. ‘Concentrate Kagome, focus.’ She aimed at Naraku’s heart as the
corrupted hanyou guardedly watched Inuyasha. A lavender aura began to collect
around the arrow as Kagome concentrated every bit of miko energy she could
muster into it. She felt her force draining from her, weakening her. Her body
shook with the effort it was starting to take just to hold her aim. ‘Oh kami this isn’t good!’ She thought.
All she got was one shot at Naraku and that one shot had to be all she was
worth, unfortunately she didn’t count on having the reserved strength for
holding herself up. She panted with the effort when suddenly she felt strong
arms grip her to hold her steady. Kouga took himself from his appointed task to
steady the wavering girl. Kagome relayed on those arms to hold her as she drew
back her bow.
“KOUGA!!!”
Came a spastic far away screech
accompanied by a much closer choke and gurgle. Suddenly Kagome felt an
explosive pain rip into the top of her back and a crushing unsupported weight
fall into her, distorting her aim and sending her arrow off prematurely. Kagome
grunted with a brief attempt to bare the unknown weight before collapsing to
the ground. She felt her temple touch wet earth and winced as the new pain tied
with the former. Her back felt wet and she could feel that liquid wetness
dripping down her sides. Kagome opened her eyes and felt the air strangle her.
Kouga’s forehead touched the earth
as he lay on top of her. His mouth open in a distorted, silent cry of agony, as
blood dripped from it like a broken faucet. His lifeless eyes lay open staring
unseeingly at the ground.
Kagome’s pupils constricted as if
trying to block out the sight, her mouth hung open baring to the world a
shaking chin and trembling lip. She felt tears gather at the corner of her eyes
but did not feel the burning sensation behind them that usually accompanied
crying. She no longer felt the searing pain in her back as her entire body
seemed to go numb. Kagome’s brain barely registered a familiar feminine
chuckle.
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Ginta
watched in horror as Kagura lunged at Kouga, it happened to fast that even his
youkai eyes barely recognized movement at all. Before he could even alert his
distracted friend the wind demon’s hand snaked out and plunged itself into the
wolf prince’s back and leaped through his chest. Right through his heart. Ginta
felt the bile rise from his stomach and bubble up his throat along with his
howl of terror.
“KOUGA!!”
Ginta
leaped away from his position and took off towards his fallen leader. He panted
more in urgency and in weariness. He darted left and right avoiding anything
that could hinder his flight. He leapt forward not even acknowledging Kagura as
the demoness seemed to be waiting for him.
It appeared
that her wait would be in vain as Hakkaku pounced on her preoccupied figure
ripping into her with rage. Kagura shrieked in surprise and tried with useless
effort to buck Hakkaku off her weary body as he tore into her tired frame.
Flesh flew from the feminine body like a topless blender and in no time it
appeared Kagura would be much like those flying pieces.
Ginta
skidded to a halt next to the prone bodies. He cringed and once more felt the
familiar bile of nausea bubble in his stomach at the sight of the fist sized
hole in his friend’s chest. It appeared to go right through him and out the
other side. ‘He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s
dead. He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead.’ Was the mantra looping in Ginta’s
head. He collapsed to his knees and placed a trembling hand on his leader’s
bloody shoulder. Shaking! Kouga was shaking! Ginta lurched forward over Kouga’s
body an ecstatic smile crossing his features. He was hurt but still alive! Ginta
gently gathered his friend into his arms and removed him from the young woman
child beneath. The shaking had stopped. The instant Ginta removed Kouga from
Kagome’s body he had stopped shaking. He examined his leader’s body and
realized that Kouga’s heart was indeed torn, possibly from his body itself. Ginta
felt the panic return and his jaw began to tremble. He heard a tiny whimper
that stole him from his horror stricken reverie. It came from the ground. Or rather
from a trembling Kagome that lay stricken on the ground. Her entire body from
head to toe shook as if in the throes of a miniscule seizure. Ginta looked from
Kouga to Kagome before softly setting Kouga to the ground. He leaned over the
prone and quaking figure of his leader’s mate-to-be. He saw that Kagura’s fist
had truly gone through Kouga and straight into Kagome’s upper back, but not
through her. Ginta shuffled his hands underneath her shoulders and lifted her
up turning her along the way. Even her face was shaking. Had Kagome’s mouth not
been open her teeth would be chattering.
“Nee-san?” Ginta asked hesitatingly.
This was
different, it was so different. Kagome had seen death before. She had seen
youkai die plenty of times and had just seen Kohaku die. Yet this was
different. This was Kouga. She knew
Kouga. Kouga was a wolf youkai, he was confident, he was arrogant, and very
determined and persistent. She knew him. He had just been there talking to her,
telling her the sweetest things that at the time her impatience and paranoia
would not let her appreciate. And now, his dead bleeding body had lain on top
of her. She had heard his last breath. Her friend. Her friend was dead. No, her
friend was murdered. Death was
different this time. It was so much
different.
Ginta
stared into her face. He did not want to worry about her right now. His leader,
his best friend was dead and bleeding right next to him.
“Kouga.”
Someone breathed
from behind. Ginta’s head snapped around to see a crimson covered Hakkaku
staring at the lifeless body of his prince. Ginta nodded sorrowfully, feeling a
familiar stinging from behind his eyes but closing them before the stinging
could set. He turned to look once more at Kagome before feeling a sudden jerk
and absence of weight in his hands.
“NEE-SAN! COME BACK!”
But Kagome
didn’t hear him. She didn’t hear anything but a dull ringing in her ears and
head. Her fault, her fault, it was all her fault. Kouga was right, this was a
war and people had to die. But she didn’t think it’d be her people! It wasn’t fair! She wasn’t strong enough, she had to
distract Kouga from his alert task just to help her steady a bow! Tears lined
her cheeks flowing behind her like a liquid banner as she ran as fast as her
human legs would carry her to her destination. ‘There’s death everywhere!...You’re going to live…..’ ‘NO!!’ Kagome
could still hear him. She clenched her eyes shut as if it would block the words
from her mind. ‘No! Keep them open!’ She
had to keep her eyes open, she couldn’t risk being careless and going off
course.
She could still hear him. His sweet
words. Sweet words that he would never say again, never say to someone who
could love him back. They were wasted on her. Why couldn’t she have returned
his feelings?! If just for a moment he would have at least went knowing someone
returned his love. ‘But you didn’t…’ A
voice whispered in the back of her head. Kagome let out a strangled sob. ‘I don’t care!’
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“Well, congratulations Inuyasha. It appears you’ve earned yourself
a position in the finals after all.” Naraku drawled the amused grin reappearing
on his flawless face.
Inuyasha felt a feral snarl rumble
in his belly and work its way through his chest. “You’re not walking away this
time Naraku.” He growled.
“Let’s let fate decide that now shall we?” Naraku paused and
cocked his head as if considering something. “Of course, I have always believed in making
my own fate.” A wicked parody of a smile stretched across his lips and he slid
his hand out. His fingers curled gracefully outward like a demented flower
before revealing a full and complete Shikon no Tama.
InuYasha’s eyes widened and he felt
his hybrid blood go cold as Naraku drew the marble shaped jewel to his lips.
Naraku never took his eyes off the
motionless hanyou as he opened his mouth and whispered with deceptive sincerity
“Make a wish InuYasha.” And with that the precious jewel was elegantly tossed
into his mouth.
InuYasha’s muscles froze watching
the small ball slide down the other demon’s throat.
The said demon frowned and his eye
brows furrowed as if studying some sort of curious concept. Suddenly his head
was thrown back in a gasp as his muscles grew and mutated creating a grotesque
symphony of cracking bones and tearing flesh.
There was nothing InuYasha could do
as he stared at the convulsing body of Naraku. The demon continued to grow and
transform as the hoard of youkai that made up the hanyou changed and grew with
the strength the shikon no tama had given them. He rose as his skin was
manipulated. New limbs grew, colors changed, smiling teeth turned into hideous
grinning incisors. InuYasha looked up at the newly transformed Naraku. He no
longer hid under the guise of a man. Now his gigantic skeletal body took its
place, long spindly arms and legs stretched out under blackish skin, claws
extended to what looked like the very size of InuYasha himself, long, coarse,
purple hair flew out of a hard skull that encased a long demonic beak full of
hideous fangs and not a single tooth. And finally the eyes. Blood red eyes
mockingly bore into InuYasha as if attempting to stop his heart just by
looking.
InuYasha shook off any sort of fear
the tried to clamber into his stomach and squared himself against his enemy. He
bared his fangs raising Tetsusaiga.
“THIS CHANGES NOTHING YOU DISGUSTING ASSHOLE!”
InuYasha leaped up and lunged
towards the new Naraku bringing down Tetsusaiga. Naraku laughed and easily
dodged the blow.
“I have told you what I believe, InuYasha, now tell me, what
do you believe in?” Naraku mocked with maniacal laughter.
InuYasha growled and continued to
swing. The blows that didn’t hit only served to make him dodge an attack from
Naraku, and the blows that did barely left a scratch upon his scaly skin.
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“NO!” Kagome screamed as she
watched the small orb disappear into Naraku’s human mouth. ‘No no no! It wasn’t supposed to happen this
way!’ She screamed into her head. This wasn’t right! Kouga wasn’t supposed
to die, her arrow wasn’t supposed to miss its course, and Naraku was supposed
to make a wish on the shikon no tama! Not swallow it! The plan had failed. She
was supposed to wait for Naraku to reveal the Shikon and release her arrow when
he was distracted with making his wish. This was not supposed to happen. ‘Well
then I guess you’ll just have to adapt to a new plan, now won’t you……’ whispered
the same voice in the back of her mind. Kagome nodded and set herself as she
looked up at the newly transformed Naraku. She took a deep breath ignoring the
spastic bellows and screams coming from behind her and took off once more. ‘I can still do it! This can still work!’
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“InuYasha, once more I have to ask you, where do these
meaningless efforts get you? I am stronger, more powerful, and already possess
the Shikon no Tama. The game is over and you have failed, now why not just lay
down and die?”
“SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH AND
FIGHT!” InuYasha screamed back.
Naraku shook his massive head
dodging another blow and let out a low chuckle from the back of his throat. “As
you wish.” Naraku waited for InuYasha to raise himself to strike again. Right
before the attack came Naraku reared his twisted clawed hand back and backhanded
the hanyou away from him.
InuYasha flew back, the attack an
unprecedented one. He shook his head to clear it and growled. This was not
going well. He had seen Kagome’s arrow fly off course but didn’t have time to
inspect what had happened.
“INUYASHA!”
Both demonic heads snapped to
attention down at the darting Kagome. Naraku grinned and InuYasha felt panic
flood his gut.
“KAGOME, GET AWAY!!”
It all happened in the blink of an
eye, even InuYasha’s enhanced vision could barely register what had happened
before seeing Kagome fisted in Naraku’s grip. Naraku licked his false and
stared at the hanyou.
“I saw this and thought it belonged to you.” He drawled as
if having a conversation over tea.
“Let her go! She’s useless!!” InuYasha roared. He had never felt so helpless, and found that
he did not like the after feeling it left in his throat.
“I believe the saying goes ‘finders keepers’ neh?” Naraku
chortled. “All joking aside, that blasted ball did not satisfy me nearly
enough. Perhaps a second course?”
“NARAKU!!” InuYasha screamed watching Kagome mercilessly
thrown into Naraku’s massive mouth like anyone would pop a pill.
Naraku chuckled and ran his
lavender tongue along his the side of his elongated beak where his lips used to
be.
InuYasha froze. The helplessness
seemingly paralyzing his entire body. The only movement a small tick that had
suddenly appeared in his left eye.
A surprised look spread over
Naraku’s hideous features as the Tetsusaiga dropped to the floor. The hanyou
didn’t even seem to notice it leaving his blood covered hand.
Gradually the tick appeared to
spread over his entire body. His muscles twitched and his golden eyes clenched
shut. The helpless feelings were rapidly turning into a fury propelled wrath he
had never felt before. His entire body now naked, with the exception the torn
bottoms of his hakama, clenched and trembled with rage as he suppressed it, not
fully understanding the blinding emotions within him.
Naraku looked on entertained with
the spectacle. He had always wondered how the hanyou would react to the death
of his second miko. Hm, it was indeed interesting. He thought and cocked his
head as InuYasha’s body stopped its tremors and waited to see the hanyou’s
expression when he rose his head.
InuYasha’s eyes snapped open to
reveal pools of crimson and violet. Fangs and claws long since elongated and
his cheeks streaked with mauve stripes. He flung his head back to look the
rival demon in the eyes. Foamy saliva dripped from the dog demon’s mouth as it
shot open to let out a fang filled snarl.
The new Naraku recoiled his head in
an amused surprise. Maybe this would get interesting yet. Those were his last
thoughts as Inuyasha flung himself at Naraku.
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The new
demon could recall nothing but blinding, maddening rage and the absolute need
for blood to quell it. Something had disappeared. Something precious. He
couldn’t exactly remember what it was but new that the massive demon in front
of him was the cause. He lunged and drew back and lunged again releasing attack
after attack of claws and razored teeth.
He was
fast. Much faster than Naraku had anticipated. He was having trouble blocking
and returning blows. This was unexpected, Naraku thought grimacing as claws
tore down his shoulder. The demons very claws were piercing him deeper than
Tetsusaiga had.
It was
still living. The damnable demon was still alive. ‘Kill it kill it kill it kill it..’ InuYasha’s instincts chanted to
him. The demon had invoked his blood craving wrath and he would deal with it.
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Sango
looked around as the youkai seemed to be backing off and retreating. Miroku too
noticed the phenomenon.
“Kohaku! I have to find Kohaku!” Sango shouted to the
houshi.
The Taijiya
ran about searching for her brother’s body, hoping that it hadn’t been torn to
pieces. She suddenly felt a hand grip her shoulder. Sango turned to look at
Miroku whose eyes were focused on something beyond her. Something above her.
She frowned and turned her attention to see what was so enthralling.
InuYasha
had transformed. The newly transformed dog demon was hurling itself at Naraku
blindly tearing at anything he could reach.
Sango’s
eyes widened and on instinct began scanning the ground for sight of Tetsusaiga.
She spotted it, it was a ways from Naraku’s very feet. She made a move to go
for it when Miroku tightened his grip.
“We’ll
cross that bridge when we come to it. For now he seems to be doing better than
he was.”
Sango
frowned and nodded worriedly. If they were possibly winning then why did she
have this foreboding feeling in her abdomen?
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This had
stopped being amusing and was now swiftly becoming annoying. Naraku glared at
the new youkai blocking himself from its attacks. This would have to end. Now. Naraku snarled and threw his weight
at the Inu Youkai slamming it down with his enormous palm. He growled and
smashed InuYasha into the ground determinedly crushing the full youkai into the
earth with his palm.
Trapped,
trapped, trapped. His instincts screamed at him to get out, that he was trapped
and would die if he did not escape. InuYasha struggled and clawed into the
gigantic hand encasing him to the ground. He desperately tore into it trying to
go through the hand if he could not
get around. He grunted as he reached unrelenting bone. He couldn’t get out. The
hand wouldn’t give! Frustrated and panicked the demon flung his arms out to
reach anything in which to escape with. Quickly and unexpectedly he felt his
fingers brush metal.
Naraku’s
eyes widened a fraction and he let out a smirk as he watched the youkai become
a hanyou again as he gripped his sword. Crimson turned to gold and mauve returned
to tanned skin. He chuckled and pressed harder. This would be much easier.
InuYasha
struggled and looked around trying to get his bearings. What happened? He
cringed feeling his ribs snap under the pressure of Naraku’s enormous hand. He
swung Tetsusaiga down and down trying desperately to either cut into or remove
the offending limb altogether.
And
suddenly, the pressure lessened. Curiously InuYasha looked up at Naraku’s
looming face to see a look of surprise and confusion, and was that a hint of pain?
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What was
happening? Where was the pain coming from. His stomach, yes Naraku
investigated, most decidedly his stomach. It had started out just like a warmth
spreading from it, now it was a searing heat that was developing into a burning
pain. He choked coughing up a spray of pea green blood.
InuYasha
grimaced as the disgusting and foul smelling liquid dripped into his face. What
the hell was going on. Inuyasha began to feel warm. Or rather Naraku’s palm was
getting warmer. ‘What the fucking hell is
that?’ All exertions seemed to stop as both demons looked down towards
Naraku’s stomach that had begun to pulse with a faint lavender light.
Naraku’s
entire massive body reared back, his head thrown backwards in a silent cry of
agony.
“WHAT IS
THIS?!” He bellowed.
InuYasha
leaped to his feet and stared at the crazed youkai. Naraku brought his
grotesque hands to his temples and swung his head back and forth trying to
block out the plain that was slowly eating him from the inside out. Naraku
stopped rocking back and forth and fixed his maddened stare on the hanyou.
“YOU!! YOU DID THIS!” He roared lunging forward
swinging his hand back to create a death bringing blow.
InuYasha
set himself into fighting position ready to defend himself with Tetsusaiga. He
bared his fangs and tensed his body when suddenly……………..it stopped. Naraku
stopped, his talons only feet away from InuYasha. InuYasha looked on, curious
as to what was happening to the gigantic demon. Naraku choked and looked down
towards his stomach. The light had increased into an intense pulsing and with
an ear splitting cry Naraku knocked himself back and felt his body burn from
the inside out. The light grew engulfing his entire body with its pulsating
glow. Naraku gasped as his body let out one last throb of light before
exploding into disintegrating pieces.
All
occupants on the field which mostly consisted of Sango, Miroku, InuYasha, and
the dwindled wolf tribe shielded themselves against the flying gooey pieces of
the once world threatening youkai and against the blinding light that seemed to
have swallowed the earth whole.
The light
dimmed somewhat and InuYasha removed his arms from his eyes to see Kagome
floating, completely incased in the lavender glow with the transparent presence
of a raven haired woman floating all around her. Her eyes were closed and head
tipped slightly upward in reverence, her hands closed around something over her
heart, her hair lifted swirling around her body like charmed snakes. The
transparent women then began to become ever more translucent and faded away to
nothing. Kagome dropped from the sky like a falling star.
He was
nothing but a snowy blur as InuYasha dove to catch the descending miko. She
landed in his arms with a sticky ‘whoosh’. He gasped as she almost slid from
his arms like oil. InuYasha knelt to the ground ignoring the rapidly
approaching remnants of his friends. A foul odor reached InuYasha’s sensitive
nose and he blanched, scrunching his offended nose away from the smell that had
combined itself with the green and yellow substance that seemed to encase the
girl like a mother’s womb. He shook his head in an effort to regain his
bearings and also to weakly fan away the stench. He raised a clawed hand from
underneath her legs and wiped away the gut saturated bangs from Kagome’s eyes.
InuYasha looked into her face as she weakly tried to open her eyes. He sighed a
breath of relief and clutched her tighter to his overheated and overexerted
body. He looked down at her noticing her hands still clutching something to her
heart. She struggled to look up at him as she parted her hands to reveal a dull
but whole shikon no tama. It was strange, just the mere rumor of a shikon shard
sent him running, the whole world be damned, but now as he looked upon the
whole thing he didn’t feel the thrilling elation he expected but rather a dim
mixture of exhaustion and accomplishment.
“i-inuy-” Was as far as she got before her head went slack
over his arm and she passed out.
InuYasha
shifted the girl so her head rested on his chest and he looked around. The
ground was littered with bloodied and decimated bodies, any surviving demon
with the exception of himself and the wolves had retreated. Sango knelt at his
side desperately trying to support the weight of her brother’s corpse in her
arms but exhaustion was fighting her ever step of the way. Miroku slumped to
the ground a few feet behind him. InuYasha quickly heard the violent tearing of
cloth and rattling of beads. He gently rocked Kagome back and forth not really
knowing what to do now. Naraku was gone and the shikon- the shikon no tama!
What were they going to do with it? Had Kagome made a wish? Wouldn’t the shikon
no tama disappear or something after a wish had been made? They hadn’t really
talked about it. InuYasha sighed, he would deal with it when he had to.
Miroku
tiredly looked over at the remaining occupants of the field.
----end flashback----
Ginta
watched on as Hakkaku knelt by Kouga’s blood soaked figure. Hakkaku began to
pant with barely suppressed rage and suddenly let out and blood curdling scream
flinging his fists to the ground and tearing at the crimson dirt pulling up
burgundy grass and weeds. Neither knew what to say, to curse, to scream.
Nothing could describe the onslaught of emotions and physical feelings. Ginta
looked over to see InuYasha and the rest surrounding Kagome, the hanyou
cradling the young woman child in his arms. ‘Kouga
wouldn’t like that’ was Ginta’s first thought. Thinking of his lost friend
brought his eyes to the body. Ginta rapidly tore his gaze away and fixed them
on something else, anything else. He
was not ready to face the sight of his den brother’s bloody soaked figure.
Hakkaku continued to snarl and beat on the ground obviously loosing his once
charming composure. The white haired wolf sighed fighting the burn behind his
eyes, no, now was not the time to cry, Kouga wouldn’t have cried. Ginta
swallowed and crept over to his remaining friend placing a gentle and soothing
hand on his shoulder.
“Come,
we….we have to go.” Ginta spoke softly, his usual hyper spastic attitude lost
to him.
“WHY?!” Hakkaku spat, before retracting
his feral anger realizing he was taking it out on the wrong person.
“We
have…….we have things to do.” Ginta said in a quiet voice, unable to bring
himself to say the specifics of those ‘things’ that needed to be done.
Hakkaku sniffled, swallowing his sorrow down
and allowed himself to be helped up. The two youkai looked at each other
knowing what had to be done but both were neither ready nor willing to do it. A panicked look entered Ginta’s eyes resembling
the once paranoid expression he often got before all of this. Hakkaku sighed,
his friend was slipping, and doing this task would certainly shove him off the
edge.
Ginta let out an unheard breath as
he watched Hakkaku bend over to scoop up their leader’s body. He felt guilt eat
at his belly seeing the cringe that overtook Hakkaku’s face upon touching the
corpse of their fallen friend. With that
they began to walk. They walked away from the battle field neither knowing
exactly where they were going but had a vague idea of what they were searching
for. Ginta slowed his pace as the thought of looking back to cast one last gaze
at their allies and the field, but quickly shook it off and continued. The two
friends did their best to set their faces to stone but neither really
accomplished the task. Hakkaku’s eyes were too glossy and Ginta swallowed and
gulped a little too frequently to be normal. While mourning their friend, and
adapting to a sense of deep unalterable loss, and sorrow churning and bubbling
in their stomach a single question arose that struck a dull pang of dread yet
stayed at the forefronts of their minds.
‘What do we do now?’
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Okay how was that? Too descriptive? Boring? Too much detail?
Off subjecty? All criticism is wholly welcomed kay? Except those lil’ nit
pickers that spend their time reviewing every single chapter and waste it
picking out any sort of spelling or grammar error. Ok nit pickers, I’m gonna
warn u here and now, there will be fragments here, k? I know the sentence
fragments are there, I do have mic.word. They are there purposefully, okie
dokie? Ok, review people’s and it’ll get the better next chappie out k? C-ya
Luv peace and tanning grease!
Deni
Chapter II – O b l i g a t i o n
-“Do you hate me?” She
asked in a small quiet voice. She stared up at him both fearing and dreading
the answer, but needing to know it just the same.
He didn’t look at her as she probably wanted
him too. He looked into his lap and then at the window before whispering a
determined “Hai”.
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